Chapter 3
He wore a sharp suit, exuding a competent demeanor.
With a boutonnière pinned to his chest, he stood at the front of the line.
I nervously clutched my bouquet, feeling the sweat on
my
back.
“If you don’t want to change, then we won’t.”
I shook my head.
group had reached the car, about ten people lined up to bow towards our vehicle.
“Mr. Lewis, congratulations on your marriage.”
Lewis Titus rolled down the car window and nodded slightly.
Elma Wallace handed her bouquet to Eden Robinson.
Under everyone’s gaze, Eden approached my car window and politely tapped on it.
“Mrs. Lewis, I’m here to exchange the bouquet for the bride.”
I looked at Eden through the window.
Suppressing my emotions, I rolled down the window.
“Here.”
Eden reached for the flowers and was about to leave when he suddenly looked up at my voice…
The window was rising.
Eden quickly pressed his hand against the window.
“Rita!”
Everyone turned to look at us.
Lewis shot a displeased glance at Eden, “Is your groomsman very interested in my wife?”
The man opposite turned cold and immediately signaled for others to escort Eden away.
“Rita, what are you doing? Get down! Let go, let go of me!”
Elma’s expression changed slightly, “How can that cheap girl marry Mr. Lewis?”
That light remark reached Lewis’s ears.
Lewis glanced at Elma’s husband with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.
He trembled with rage and raised his hand to slap Elma across the face.
“Say one more word, and I’ll have you thrown out of the Sun family. We can’t afford to keep you.”
Elma, feeling wronged, looked first at Eden.
But Eden’s entire focus was on my wedding car.
As our wedding car drove further away, Eden’s gaze grew heavier.
If Eden’s appearance was an accident,
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the more surprising thing was that our wedding was being held at the same hotel.
Lewis carried me out of the car, “What are you thinking about?”
“I was wondering if I could get my solid gold bouquet back.”
Lewis chuckled at my comment and playfully jostled me.
I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck.
“I’ll buy you ten when we get back.”
As soon as we entered the venue, I saw Eden clinging to my parents.
And Mrs. Funk, we’ve met before, right? I’m Eden!”
“I’m Rita’s boyfriend!”
At this, my parents‘ faces instantly darkened.
My father pushed Eden away.
“This is Cliveland; don’t speak nonsense! This is my son–in–law’s territory.”
My father warned Eden to be cautious.
Eden didn’t seem to understand.
He knelt on the ground, tears falling like raindrops.
“Eden.”
Eden turned to look at me and Lewis.
Lewis extended his hand, and Eden awkwardly reached out to take it.
He was pulled up from the ground.
Lewis looked down at Eden’s hand, a knowing smile on his face.
“Ifoes the
great artist’s hand shake so much? Can you hold a paintbrush steady?”
Eden desperately hid his right hand behind his back.
There were many media present, all snapping photos of Eden’s hand.
“I heard the great artist injured his hand while saving Miss Funk. It doesn’t look like it’ll heal.”
“Miss Funk is a doctor; perhaps she discovered his hand was ruined, which is why she married someone else.”
The media feared Lewis, but the whispered comments left me feeling exposed.
Lewis Titus pulled me away, but I stubbornly stayed put.
His expression shifted slightly.
“It’s almost time.”
His brows furrowed, not out of impatience,
but rather unwilling to hear about my situation with Eden Robinson.
“So you think the person that night was me?”
Lewis raised an eyebrow.
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I lowered my head and laughed softly, then looked up, calmly meeting Eden’s gaze,
“Was that woman that night me?”
Eden hung his head low, refusing to speak.
The media eagerly captured the moment, their cameras clicking in rapid succession.
“That night, it was Elma Wallace, the great artist’s first love, who heroically saved the beauty. It wasn’t me,”
The media instantly became fervent, knowing this would be tomorrow’s headline.
My parents watched me with concern.
gis held me tightly from behind.
No one understood why I suddenly married Lewis, not even Lewis himself.
Now, everyone should be clear..
“Elma? Which Elma?”
We turned around to see Elma and Mr. Wilde approaching.
Mr. Wilde’s face was flushed, the veins on his forehead bulging.
“Is the Elma she’s talking about you?”
Elma
was at a loss, but when she looked at me, her eyes were sharp, as if she wanted to devour me.
“I’m asking you a question!”
